Welcome to Drabble Wednesday for this week as we begin the Zombie Cows Saga…
“Do you think they would eat human brains?”
“What?” I looked up from the program code I was fixing and stared at Frankie.
“The Zombie Cows. Do you think they would eat human brains? Or the brains of other cows?”
I continued to stare. “What have you done?”
“I added Zombie Cows to the graveyard scene like you asked.”
“I asked for crows, not cows, and not zombie!”
“Oh, well.” He shrugged, while I tried not to hyperventilate. “I named them.”
“Who?” I asked cautiously, confused.
“The zombie cows.” He smiled. “Jake, Winston, Arabella, Fred, and Doctor Quakenboss.”
Dead Flowers and Cows
“Frankie!” I screamed loud enough to wake the dead, staring at the destruction. He hurried to where I stood. “Look at this! They ate the dead roses! All of them!” I waved my hand over the chewed remains of my virtually decayed floral masterpiece.
“Who?” Frankie’s eyes went wide as he observed the munched on mess.
“Your Zombie Cows!” I ground my teeth in frustration.
“Oh, that explains it.” Frankie nodded his head and looked at me with a smile on his face.
I resisted the urge to slap him. “Explains what?”
“Why they went for the flowers. They’re vegetarians.”
Revenge of the Cows
“Why did you change the programming?” Frankie hissed as we hunkered behind virtual headstones.
I ducked my head. “It’s not my fault. I wanted to stop them from eating my roses.”
“Look what happened. My poor vegetarian cows are trying to eat our brains.” Frankie glared, his expression scaring me more than the zombie cows. “And they’ve multiplied.”
“If we can reach the terminal I can shut them down,” I whispered, with more of a whine than I liked.
Frankie peeped out. “There are thirty cows after us. Want to make a run for it?” He glared again.
A bit late today, but technically it’s still Wednesday.
Here are the next instalments of the Virtual Adventures of Frankie and Joni.
The Dimension That Ate Thursday
I blame it all on Frankie. I just did what he said, and pushed the shiny red button. Okay, maybe I was thinking more about the holographic rock concert I wanted to see and didn’t pay attention when Frankie told me not to hold down the button for more than a second or two. But he shouldn’t have hooked up the virtual interface to an interdimensional energy source.
How was I to know that a pocket wormhole would open and swallow Thursday? Nobody remembers what happened or where we went exactly, but everyone keeps having weird flashes of flying monkeys.
“The quiet lays on me like a shroud, an ominous portent of the creeping night.” My words echoed through the VR chamber.
“Okay, fine and dandy, but are we going to do with the sea ghouls?”
“I was setting up a mood here, Frankie! Sheesh.” I sighed. “I don’t know. Stick them in the sky, hovering.”
“Um, that’s not what I meant.”
Uh oh. “What did you do?”
“I didn’t mean to. But we have extra ghouls.”
“Extra ghouls?” I looked up. Red eyes looked back at me.
“I think we should run.”
Then the surplus ghouls chuckled.
Drabble Wednesday is back with more wacky adventures of Frankie and Joni.
For the Birds
“Who shot the robin? Not I.”
“Shhh, they’ll hear you.” I nudged Frankie and peeked out from behind the virtual bushes. No sign of them. “What possessed you to arm a flock of robot chickadees?”
“Not I, said me. Programmed the wren, not the chickadee.”
“Then who—uh, oh.” I remembered.
“It was you! You shot the robin, uh, chickadee, whatever.” Frankie grinned. “You screwed up the program. You screwed up the program.”
“Shut up. I just downloaded a game on the same server. Maybe they got mixed together.”
“Oh, I get it. Now it’s angry and armed birds.”
I stared at sparks flying off the shorted vid wall. Frankie shouted and cackled beside me.
“Hoo wheee! Pop goes the weasel, baby!” He laughed manically. “Fireworks!”
“That was the memory chip, wasn’t it?”
“Yep. And the hi-res holo function. So much for the new interactive Space Marines scenario.”
“Is there anything we can salvage? Or do we start over?”
“Hmmm. You know…”
“What?” Hope bloomed. “Did you think of a way to fix it?”
“Oh no. The game is toast. It’s just—well, this place would look better with puppets.”
It took everything I had not to smack him.
Puppets, or What?
“You’re telling me the puppets got up and walked away?”
Frankie nodded his head with all the vigour of bartender shaking a martini. “They’re alive! Alive!”
“You’re crazy. Puppets just don’t—” I stopped talking, staring at the guilty look on Frankie’s face. An angry flush crept up the back of my neck. “What did you do to the puppets!”
“Well, I sort of implanted a robotics chip in them. I wanted to see them dance.”
“But the weirdest thing isn’t that they left. It’s that they took my suit with them.”
Oh, I have to lie down.